His control

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  • Sadness

    His control

     I am dancing in the darkness
    fixtures of madness all around

    Does he see the bloody fingertips
    floating in his enchanted waters

    His tongue feels alive with dirt
    poisonous answers rolling out like carpet

    Razor blade words
    sting the back of my neck

    His internal vowel movement
    Alphabet jabs and blows
    A thru z cutting the soul bloody

    My feet are sore
    My ears are red
    My tongue has escaped me
    Under his everything

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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